George W

George W's days of thunder, or how America rolled over.

Saturday, March 03, 2001

Can you picture it diary? My voice rose and fell with the hypnotic chant heard only in back rooms and chaples. The poor folk of fargo had no chance. The whole audience swayed with my voice. Rising to a crescendo as I called them to worship their dual gods of greed and destruction.Only the jaded media jackles were immune to my call for the destruction of my arch nemisi, Disney Corp and Satan.